Gooder - Young Money lyrics

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[Verse 1: Jae Millz]

Young Money, they go

Sittin on the toilet, smokin on some medicated

Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they agravated

Two things on my mind, one is to keep stylin

And the second is to get more of this shit that I'm counting

Call me J20, I flow like a fountain

And I swear I beat the beat up till that bitch start ouching

Keep them bitches' asses bouncin', man we fly like a falcon

Comparing them to us is like a pebble to a mountain

Im a uptown flamethrower young money firestarter

Had to sign on Wayne, I'm from the same place as "Tha Carter" Ha-Harlem

And I aint like none of these other niggas

I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs.

Young Money cloud gang so above you niggas

Besides these groupies after the shows, who's fuckin with us?

you might as well have a badge, the way you cuff them bitches

I slut them bitches, then back to the door, I fuck them bitches

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Times aint the same, shit been going bad

But nigga we good, nigga we gooder than the motherfucka

Than the motherfucka, this for my motherfuckas

We run this motherfucka

So fuck them niggas and fuck them hoes

Money talks, we say hello

and I'm so, I'm so

I'm so Young Moolah baby

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]

Ok it's too much paper and not enough hands to count it

Paper coming in money never going out where

Its young money yeah I hear a lot of niggas doubting

This here is god's work, ain't nothing you can do about it

So nigga join the team or you can catch the sideline

And just get out the game or get hit from the blind side

We makin money while you niggas makin petty quotes

You can make it rain, we make it flood like the levee broke

It's all about the paper, money control my whereabouts

About a year from now I'm tryin to break that new McLaren out

Wheels of fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it

Bitch shotgun, probably be your wife in it

Hustle year round nothing come in front of that

Rap real estate and work, I can make a ton with that

Pay me in advance so I'm not coming bitch

Like Pain, Wayne and Mack Maine, I got money bitch

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[Verse 3: Mack Maine]

Yeah, Young Money I'm the boss, you don't wanna come across

Money do summersaults, bentley on young adults

stuntin on them hoes, it ain't me, its the money folk

Still make it rain, get struck by a money bolt

What it is though, I know what it aint

Yall go hard, I go to the bank

Check my check stubs, bitch it's Mack Maine

Young money up and runnin, join the campaign

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Times ain't the same, shit been goin bad

Bend a bitch over, pull some money out her ass

I'm tired of the game, cuz it ain't what it was

The chopper's so close, I can give that bitch a hug

and a gangster need love, so I keep a gangster bitch

I got that dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addict

And I'm lookin at the game, I roll my eyes

I looked at the clock and the hands were tied because

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Thanks to razvan